you don't like my words
and when they escape
unbidden
through my *******
thumbs
(they never would through my mouth)
i cannot take
them
back
without sending more
words in their
stead

thus
i keep finding myself
in this situation
where as i see each
letter
escape
(my eyes with a look of terror
down at my thumbs)
i hear the sound
of glass shatter
and i think
"no!"
"words, please stay in my mind
where you belong, until you have
gone through filtering
and levels of security!"

"we don't know who you are yet!"
"if you are a poem, we will know it,
we will feel you churning,
and we will not be horrified
or ashamed
at your revealing."

"words, if you are our normal
thoughts, you filter yourself nicely
without leaving the body
through vibrating tongue. of this
we have always been proud."

"but words, why, why, why?!?!?"
"why do you act so rash and youthful
and jump the fence and
go straight to our thumbs
to tap the virtual keys
like some kind of punk?!"
"of all the times, this is NOT the time
to ramble on…unfiltered…like
some kind of fool!"

"brain - why aren't you helping us? we don't
know how to restrain these
words gone rogue…
so out of character…
unrefined
and permanent."

"we can feel you and you seem to
be struck dumb - paralyzed -
watching those ******
creatures scamper by like you
can't stop them. and you know you
should, brain! YOU KNOW as it is
happening yet you do nothing!
in fact, you seem to assist
the thumbs in
typing faster!
what kind of wizardry is
going on here?"

"brain, you are misrepresenting
this whole operation. please,
for the love of the light,
stop the thumbs!
fix the chemical messengers,
overhaul the whole
structure if need be,
just get control of your men,
******* it!
it is these young words,
full of vigor
passion
and life
that cannot be trusted.
squash them at ALL COST.
refine them into
poetry
if you must
but do not allow them
to escape
unfiltered and raw
through a mobile device."

"brain, words, thumbs…are we clear?!"